Seventy two
Dante
We take anchor at Port of Cagliari, Sardinia. After a wild fuck at the deck of the yacht, we finally got ourselves in order. I took Isabella with me to the meeting because I wanted to show her around Cagliari. It is a brief meeting with Alessandro. He manages my hotels here in Sardinia. We are planning on a new project for a beach resort which we are supposed to start this month. I meet with the architectural and planning team thereafter.
Isabella is quiet the whole time, listening intently to conversations. No smart remarks. No unnecessary questions, though I take time to explain to her a few basics of what is going on. She actually turns out to be interested in knowing more about this investment.